Neverland.

[Picture: MT//]

You might be able to tell the sun from where to shine,
but not where to rest.
It might be bright, but that`s where the sunglasses come to life.
Blame the light; not the spot.

Sometimes you just can`t fight the moonlight!
and magic comes to show…
when dreaming is more than a prophecy
and love becomes an imaginary world;
a mind reflection from a state of hope.

Far…
Far away from heaven;
with a hint of scented snow…

Winter is here.
Feel my heart over my nose.

I`m covering it.
I`m trying not to get it cold.
But time has a mouth and a stupid old fashion clock.

Let`s see how can I touch your soul;
reminding you that I hanged my memories over the wall;
and my immortality to make things work
is sadly fading away…

Don`t hold on me future.
Is just how normal people work;
and I might be using one of those mirrors for elves.




MT//


/mood: in the process.
/listening to: Staind- Excess Baggage.mp3